Talk about your day thread

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Chris_H_2]

I love the idea and hope to do it later! It would be enormously disruptive on multiple fronts; we’ve got good things happening here and it’s not worth upending those for better pastries.

Who’s the breadwinner in your household trag?

[bodysnatcher]

What if she decides to go anyway

I will find me a new bride. Lenny can be my wingman.

Unreal

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[dad]

I love the idea and hope to do it later! It would be enormously disruptive on multiple fronts; we’ve got good things happening here and it’s not worth upending those for better pastries.

Who’s the breadwinner in your household trag?

My wife by a huge margin, but we are executing a handoff of sorts

got his ass.

[Chris_H_2]

I love the idea and hope to do it later! It would be enormously disruptive on multiple fronts; we’ve got good things happening here and it’s not worth upending those for better pastries.

Who’s the breadwinner in your household trag?

My wife by a huge margin, but we are executing a handoff of sorts

got his ass.

dad, I swear to god

[96583UP]

your kids' well being should be the primary consideration

are they going to be in a situation where they are happy or no

moving to a city after having a lot of open space can be interesting but can also be claustrophobic

also need to consider how long u will be there and whether / where they would go to school

that said, overall it could be a thrill bc america is boring af

[Ello Sailor]

Skiing, mountain biking, hiking etc. are not boring. This motherfucker lives in Colorado!

Paris has riots, rat legions, bed bugs, pigeon shit and Parisians. Is that really the sort of excitement you're after?

[Ello Sailor]

(I meant motherfucker in a good and cool way)

[dad]

Skiing, mountain biking, hiking etc. are not boring. This motherfucker lives in Colorado!

Paris has riots, rat legions, bed bugs, pigeon shit and Parisians. Is that really the sort of excitement you're after?

I read that entire post with this guy in mind.

[Ello Sailor]

Is that guy good and cool, or should I be offended?

[Chris_H_2]

yes

[Ello Sailor]

Frig right off, Christopher.

[The Argonaut]

when did trag move to colorado? did i miss an episode?

[Ello Sailor]

If he doesn't live in Colorado I'm going to look like a real jabroni.

[bodysnatcher]

He doesn’t, ha ha you jabroni

[Ello Sailor]

Does he at least live where there's skiing, mountain biking and hiking? Come on, give me something. I need this.

[LetMeSleep]

Trags new bestie

[Bammer]

France is hella gay

[Peeps]

I love the idea and hope to do it later! It would be enormously disruptive on multiple fronts; we’ve got good things happening here and it’s not worth upending those for better pastries.

Who’s the breadwinner in your household trag?

*baguette